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It had already been a long day for Quinn, and the work wasn’t about to stop when he finally arrived home. Most of the day alternated between periods of frantic business, and hours of mind numbing boredom as the retail shop he worked at waited for the next rush of customers. Due to the holidays most of them were cranky customers too, demanding this and that and ‘I know this is special order but can you get it here in two days?’ At least it was one of his weekends off. Compared to the crush of agitated Christmas shoppers, the tasks his Mistress put him through almost sounded like vacation. As he pulled into the driveway of their large home at the end of a quiet suburban cul-de-sac, he wondered what was waiting for him inside. Victoria had not given him any special tasks before he left for work that morning, and while she had called at lunch to check in, their conversation had been light and cheerful. Upon coming through the front door, a pleasant surprise greeted him. Victoria was waiting at the door, still dressed in one of her usual black skirt suits, though she had her hair down and stood in her stocking feet. She had also shed her usual blazer, leaving her in a crisp white blouse that accentuated her petite figure. “How was your day pet?” she asked, leaning up to give him a chaste kiss on the cheek. Wary of her deceptively sweet mood, he nudged the door shut behind him and shrugged almanbahis out of his coat. “Long, but I’m home now. Would you like me to fix you a drink? Anything to eat?” She smiled and shook her head, taking his hand and leading him to the living room. He started to sit on the ground, as was his usual place, but she set him on the couch instead and knelt between his legs. “Mistress…” “Yes pet?” He eyed her, growing more uncomfortable by the minute and wondering what she had in store. Victoria sat back on her heels, unlacing his shoes and pulling them off with slow, deliberate movements. “What’s wrong with wanting to take care of you, I wouldn’t be much of a Mistress if I didn’t make sure my pet was happy too.” “It makes me happy to serve you.” “Hush.” The word was gentle, but he knew there was steel beneath that he didn’t want to rouse. She began to rub one of his feet, kneading and working him over in her little hands with a firm grip. When they started their game, he had been so surprised at the strength that came out of her. Now it was commonplace for her to toss him around, enough that her gentleness shocked him she was being. Her fingers moved up his calves, working out knots he hadn’t even known were there. Gradually he relaxed, though he never stopped watching her. She made her way up to his thighs, finding a spot along the inside that made him twitch a little. Here she almanbahis yeni giriş leaned in, warming the denim with her breath before she bit him lightly. Quinn spread his legs a little wider, taking comfort in the familiar pain of her teeth. Here was something he could be certain of. She marked him through his pants up both sides, slipping the button loose and unzipping him. “Oh, I think you can do better than that,” she crooned as she stroked the top of his semi hard cock through his boxers. “I can, Mistress.” He nodded quickly, and she straightened up on her knees to kiss him. Her lips came soft rather than the usual demanding bite, tongue flicking along his lower lip until he let her in. One hand threaded up the back of his head, playing with his hair as she unbuttoned his shirt. Her palm touched his bare chest, rubbing lightly before she tweaked his nipple between her sharp nails. He moaned, feeling his cock steadily hardening. Victoria kissed down his neck to his collar-bone, grazing the light ridge with her teeth before continuing down his chest. She curled her fingers under the edge of his jeans, pulling them off with a little co-operation from him, and nuzzled his cock through the thin cotton left between her lips and their prize. Quinn balked a little as she pulled his cock free from his boxers and dipped her head to kiss his tip. “Most men are all too eager almanbahis giriş to get their dick sucked,” she commented, slanting an amused glance up at him. “What are you so nervous about pet? Afraid I won’t play nice?” Her teeth slid ever so gently around the head of his cock, making him shudder with a strange mixture of arousal and fear. He couldn’t stop the groan that slipped out as she slathered the wet velvet of her tongue up his shaft. “Well don’t be. I would never ruin a perfectly good cock just for my amusement.” He thought about the time she had pierced a needle through the underside and dangled a tiny jewel off it, but held his tongue as she went down on him. Victoria stayed on her knees for the longest time. Her head bobbed rhythmically, stroking the base with her fingers as she went to town on his cock. Every so often she paused, pulling back to swirl her tongue around the tip before laving down to his balls and back up again. Quinn, lost in the moment, unthinkingly stroked her head, and that was when she struck. without missing a beat or stopping her delicious suction, she dragged his shirt down his arms to the level of his wrists, using the ends to tie a knot. It wasn’t too tight, just enough to keep him out of the way and remind him who the boss was. He leaned back a little, hips lifting against her mouth as he felt an orgasm building. She sucked him to the edge, then left him hanging as he abruptly popped free of her hot mouth. “Not yet,” she said, getting to her feet. She planted a knee on either side of his hips, lifting her skirt up around her waist to show that she wasn’t wearing anything beneath.
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